On traveling by ferry:

The thing I resent most
about ferries
is how easy
they make it
to stare backwards,
to contemplate a receding
shoreline, to consider
what has so recently
been left behind
when there is so much
to look forward to
just ahead.

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magic lurks
in the space between fragility
and resiliency. A living
being, an uncertain
future, exhaustion, the refusal
to quit. One breath, one phone call
one bite at a time-
a constant tension
impossible to ignore
the strike
of the clock that stands
by the door
impossible to ignore,
impossible to ignore.
the strength of her hands
once inconsequential
impossible to ignore impossible
to ignore impossible to

How to prepare for the Future:

Collect the pebbles of guilt
of resentment
of fear and loss and toss
them over your shoulder
let them scatter
behind you

consider the inevitability of failure
pull the warmth of motivation tight across your torso
take a step

sink trust into your bones
infuse your blood with devotion, introduce
humility to the echoes
of voices that vibrate softly at your core until
your own words rise
above the hum
ready to attempt, to risk, to ask and to insist.


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I want

Less screen time
More books
More music
Less guilt
More avocados
More curiosity
Less worry
More swimming
More silence
Less sugar
More muscle
More strength
Less blaming
More compost
More creatures
Less waste
More creating
More feasting
More barefoot wandering
in a sea
of lightening
bugs, singing
out loud to the still
fading sunset until
the dinner bell
calls from across
a deep green
grassy yard awash
in shades of